Meadow

The quiet embraced him; held him as a mother might. It filled the night and clung heavily to the snowfall. How wondrous it was, to think it could deliver such serenity and yet inflict so much cruelty. Nicholas admired it. Had the wandering mare remained soundless, he would not have known she was there. She beckoned his attention kindly, and his dark eyes were pulled away from the moonlit snow and unto her.

Any introduction was swept away from his lips with the arrival of a second. He regarded Calypso with unspoken apprehension: his brows furrowed in thought as he passed a glance between the two mares. It was clear they knew each other, and clearer still, he was perhaps being made into a villain in a story he had not known been cast. They smelled of Atlantis, and that was enough for Nicholas to choose his words carefully.

"Ah, I apologize." He began, his weight moved, so he faced them without needing to turn his neck. Speaking then, to Calypso, he retreated a step allowing them their round of space. To deny any ill intent and guilt, he offered a partial answer. "I do not know her."

It was clear they were neighbors, and for Nicholas having already reached out to Atlantis's Kings, it seemed beneficial to make his name better known. "My name is Nicholas. I've recently begun to rule over the Shore."



three shades of black is where i come from
SMOKY GRULLO / TERSK MUTT / LYOV X MAGDALENA